If there were anything here but the phonebook I would eat it, but the grey dawn is rising over Katmandu and all the little Buddhas are singing- peep, peep, peep, peeep. I like them. they are so fat and frolicsome. See them in the afternoon- how they dance and play. The latest installment of my favourite soap is late in coming. I haven't ever watched it before. Perhaps the murderer will be apprehended. I would like to see them chase him as in that film of Kurosawa's through fields of flowers. that is life, isn't it? How sweet and ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssstreamlined it all is. And the schoolgirls bat the shuttlecock to one another with high looping screams.